Rong Feiyu lay on her bed, her face ashen as she stared at the ceiling, silent as the night.
Her father, Rong Tianshi, approached and gently touched her forehead. "Are you running a fever?"
Behind him, Wang Qing let out another dramatic wail. "Tianshi, you have no idea how cruel that Rong Qi really is! We merely tried to speak some sense into her, but she exploded in rage. Not only did she hit and kick me, she also pulled Feiyu's hair and almost drowned her!"
Wang Qing half-leaned into the room, pointing at a bald patch on Feiyu's scalp. "Look, Tianshi. A whole chunk of her hair has been yanked out. My poor, precious daughter! The doctor says she's traumatized and might suffer from depression for the rest of her life. Feiyu's life could be ruined by that monster!"
Rong Tianshi followed Wang Qing's pointing finger and, indeed, there was a significant bald spot. His face darkened instantly, his whole body quivering with fury.
